Mai Griffin
only one option open to him… and he needed to act
soon.
Clarrie felt many eyes upon her as she sat alone,
sipping her gin and tonic. It was faintly disturbing as
she was more used to fending off potential company
than looking for it. Any hope of discovering what it was
about her painting that caused comment was fading
fast; everyone seemed wary of her. Although it was not
late, she decided to leave, get some sleep and have an
early start in the morning; the valley might look quite
romantic with a faint mist rising from the fields. At that
moment, the Postmaster returned to the bar, and
nodded as she walked past the counter. He smiled, and
offered her a drink. “Thanks,” said Clarrie, thinking it
was a shame he had not made the gesture earlier, “but
I’m on my way now.”
“Oh, shame, maybe another night then. You won’t be
leaving the village for a while, will you?”
Assuring him that she would indeed b e around until
next weekend, Clarrie made her way out and walked
back to her lodgings. It occurred to her that she still
didn’t know his name but he said everyone called him
Postie, so it hardly mattered really – at least she’d made
one friend.
Clive Parker stared after her as she left the bar and
for a mad moment contemplated following her, but
dealing with her now would have been risky. He
needed to act quickly but not precipitately... no sense
in removing one threat and creating another! How to
remove her without bringing suspicion on himself
needed careful planning, but what he had done once
he was confident he could do again. He smiled as he
sipped his last drink of the evening. Yes, he was quite
confident.
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